The Seductive Three (open)

Gretchen

ooc: Welcome Stiener :)

IC:

I nodded my head and hurried to get them undercover. Something wasn't right here, but if word got out how they were found and no reasonable (believable!) explanation, they would be confined into jail or worse!
"Come this way.." We hurried to my home and Basil pointed out the barn would be better until they were properly clothed.
"Oh yes, thank you Sir!" Grandfather would have had a heart attack if he had seen them thusly dressed.
I moved to the barn lifting the latch and motioning the women and Basil inside.
"I will return with something suitable to wear and then we'll introduce you to grandfather." I bowed slightly in proper action to the Lady's and raced off inside the house.
 
Baron Talon Von Brutus

I moved down the dirt packed streets, avoiding the days cumulation of dung, trying to ignore the constant din of the elderly woman beside me.

"Enough Woman" I pleaded "Stop before I put myself out of my misery and then become no use to you"

The declaration granted me an entire two minutes of peace and I grinned ruefully, banging on her door and stepping aside as she pushed it open and moved inward, still cackling in a manner too similar to a certain fowl.

And suddenly the chatter quit, the old woman moving into the low roofed home and disappearing, leaving me to question....?

I shook my head again, determined to Gretchen or her grandfather about the woman and her doubted sanity. At least I had gotten the prattling woman home...A turn and I moved towards the kitchen, stooping to avoid the low opening and receiving a blow to my chest that drove the air from me.

"Oof"
 
Gretchen

I ran through the back door, into the kitchen and met with a solid wall of someone's chest.
Knocking myself backwards, I had to reach out to catch myself from falling.
"Oh! Pardon me!" I glanced up and paled slightly, the Constible was in my home?
 
Baron Talon Von Brutus

I wiped the expression of surprise from my face and looked into another one, perhaps even a bit of guilt???

"Gretchen, what reason are you rushing from the barnyard for and your grandmother prattling about town for?"

She was stirring, I would admit that and wouldn't mind a tumble in the hay myself...

"Perhaps you should show me what has you so flustered in your barn, perhaps an animal is in distress and needs attnetion?"
 
Gretchen

Oh Fiddle sticks! He was always so danged nosey! I flushed, thinking as quickly as possible on what to say.
"Baron.. it has come to my attention tonight that there are many highwaymen running about.. " I flushed a little, his stare was a little disconcerning and uncomfortable as well.
"Some Lady's were traveling through and were set upon by unsavory's.. I will show you out but first one young Lady was deprived of her clothing and all assets and needs proper cover.. Excuse me Baron?" I curstied a little and waited, hoping he would give permission and then procceed outside.
 
Baron Talon Von Brutus

I placed my hand on the "wenches" arm and left it there, ignoring the glaring look she threw at me.

"Ladies? As in royalty? And you expect me NOT to show myself, despite the fine ladies appearances? I am the highest nobility of this berg, need I remind you? Gather what you need, WENCH, and I will await you, then let you lead me to them to pay my respects and to question as to what sort of vagabonds dare attack them in MY town?"

OOC: hehehe, always wanted to say wench and get away with it...
 
Melissa moaned in her sleep. She was having quite the dream about she and Mark and the new little, well. . .maybe not so little, “toy” he’d brought home for her. Her hands fluttered down to her soft blonde mound and quickly found the spot that gave her much pleasure.

“Ooooooooo. . .Oh yesssssss. Yes! Right there!” Melissa body turned slightly from side to side as her fingers worked their glistening magic.

From outside her dream, another hand, this one heavier and larger appeared, stroking the softness of her upper thigh.

“Mmmmmm, ahhhhhhh, yes. That’s nice. That’s verrrrrrrry nice.” Melissa’s lips curled into a bow of a coo. Her long lashes fluttered open and she looked up dreamily.

“SHIT!” Scampering to her feet and slipping on the hay in the barn, she fell back against the wall, staring indignantly at the stranger before her. Blonde curls adorning his head and well-built, she would have definitely given him a second look if she had passed him in the SafeWay. But this was not a shopping trip! She squinted around the room, trying to get a better idea of where the hell she was. Pulling a piece of hay from her tussled blonde hair, she thought she heard a cow moo. She was in a barn!

Edging away from the man that stood before her, she was relieved to recognize Darlene coming up the stairs of the loft. She dashed past the man and almost knocked Darlene off her feet as she rushed to her arms. “Darlene!”

Slapping her open hand over the mouth of her friend, Darlene hissed, “What are you screaming about? Shut up! Shut up!”
 
Darlene

Will you please be quiet?

"But he, he, he Touched Me!" Melissa replied, her tone was strident and face tense & frightened.

Basil, as you can see, my companion is still suffering from her injury and needs quiet to compose herself. Would you leave us now and please see what is keeping Gretchen?

The handsome stonecutter gave a curt nod, and climbed down from the loft then exited the barn.

When she was sure that they were alone, Darlene took Melissa by the shoulders, and looked at her closely. The first thing she noticed was that one eye was a different color than the other. That meant that somewhere a contact lens had been lost, now Mel would not only look funny, she'd be blind as a bat in one eye. First things first, she had to convince her friend to settle down and listen, so they could get their story straight.

Ok, Mel, I need you to listen up. We've got a real problem and if we don't keep our wits, we may loose our heads.

She told her friend everything she knew about their situation, and some of what she guessed. Darlene explained that Gretchen seemed to be trying to help devise a cover story and that they were currently hiding in the family barn. Mary had not been located, and only the small items around the fire had made the journey with them. Darlene had located purses belonging to each of them, and to Mary. She had also found her backpack which might prove useful, some clothing, and nothing else.

She hugged her friend close as Mel struggled to absorb everything Darlene had just said.

We have to keep our shit together until we can figure out how to get out of this, but hey, we've been in bad situations before. We'll be ok. Remember when we got caught streaking through the Frat house in college? God the things we did just to get into that sorority! Come on now, lets see if your spare contacts made it through so you can at least see how bad things are. Then we'll get that sexy little body covered before anyone gets any ideas about your virtue.

Darlene grinned at her best friend and hoped that everything really would be ok.
 
Gretchen

ooc: LOL love it you two! ;) Keep up the good stuff, I am rollin over here!

IC:

I gasped as he gripped me, tugging me along towards the back door and the barn.
"But!.. But baron.. There's.." He paid no heed to me and just shoved his way into the barn, he bellowed out something as Basil came into view looking just as perturbed.
The baron released me and I quickly scampered my self up the ladder as lady like as possible.
"Oh thank goodness!" I gasped as I seen the two of them muddling through some strange looking bag.
"The Constible is below and wishes to question you fine Lady's ( i winked to get my point across in an urgent manner) about the ruffians whom accosted you and took your carriage.." Again I made motions with my hands, watching as the two struggled to get the blonde dressed.
*Please hurry.. he isn't a patient man...* I whispered franticly worried the baron would arrive up the ladder before they got decently prepared..
*I couldnt get anything from the house the Constible thought this was more important..* Again I whispered.
 
Melissa listened intently as Darlene explained their predicament. When Darlene had finished, Melissa squinted at her hard, trying to see if Darlene was just pulling one of her practical jokes. From what she could see, which wasn’t much, Darlene wasn’t joking around this time.

Darlene scowled at her, "Don’t look at me like that, you look like Popeye! All that’s missing is the pipe. Come on, let’s see if your spare contacts survived the trip."

While Darlene rummaged through the backpack, Melissa grabbed her purse and pulled out her cigarettes. Lighting one, she leaned against a haystack and reminisced about the Frat house escapade.

They had taken on the dare and almost succeeded until they were on their naked way out. If those two linebackers hadn’t walked in just as they were making their escape, they’d have made it away clean. But grabbed roughly under the arm of each like a football, they were dragged back to the main room of the house and forced to put on a little "show" in order to gain their freedom. It had been their first experience with another woman and they both decided it was rather fun.

"Found em’!" Darlene held up the contact case in triumph.

Melissa had just popped the spare contact in as Gretchen hurried up to the loft to announce the arrival of the Constable.
 
Mary

OOC: I'm back....and enjoying reading the thread.

I.C.: "Melissa, Darlene" just as I finished saying their name, I felt a knife by my neck. I scream,"What the hell?" His hand when over my mouth. Oh shit what am I to do now. I try to get away from him, but his dagger got closer to my neck.

I'll calm down so he would let me go. Did I hear right, he called me a witch. The fool, how does he know I am one. My voice said under his hand, "Let me go so we could talk."
 
Ian

"Let me go so we could talk." she says in a muffled voice.

"Try and run or get someone's attention and I will kill you" I say to her as I lower my hand from her mouth. I left the cold steel blade next to her throat to make sure she understood what I said.

"Now, you will tell me what valuables you have, or maybe I should turn you over to the church. You being a witch and all, I might just get a reward or a pardon for my crimes" I say to her. I turn her so she is facing me, keeping the blade of the dagger at her throat. I get a good look at her for the first time, she is just as beautiful as the other two.
 
Mary

"Now calm down, please. You keep calling me a witch, why do you say that? Plus you see, I have nothing on me, so what can I give you. Please remove the dagger, where am I to go?"

Watching him, with every word I spoke. His eyes never left me. I have to fine my friends, and I know I will need his help.

"My name is Mary. What is yours?" I know I need to know his name, to bring him under my power. If it works that is.
 
'Mary' I think to myself, 'she has taken the name of the Virgin Mother, how wicked is this witch?'

"Well Mary, I am Ian James, Master of the night. Just who are your friends, and what part of England might you be from to be speaking with such an accent?" I ask her. I draw out one of my horse pistols before I put the dagger away, waiting for her answer. I look her over, she is slighty taller than average, raven hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin. Her body was very lithe, but she didn't look the type to have come from a farm. Nothing about her made any sense.
 
Mary

How am I to answer this. "I am from the Northern part of England. A small town there, I am sure you never heard of it, York." Thinking to myself, I hope I remember my history good. I have to find my friends, have a feeling they are in trouble. This man will help me too.

"My clothing is a play I am trying to do. I am a actor. These cloths are funny looking aren't they. Wish I had my other cloths now. Ian, could you get some for me?" Looking right into his eyes, you know you can.
 
"Aye, I've heard of it Mary. It is the richest city in the north of England. You say your an actor, that is funny. The last I had heard women weren't allowed to be in the Actor's Guild. So what other tales are you going to try and tell me?" I say as I watch her closely. She is trying to bring me under her spell, there is no doubt she must be a witch.

I cock the pistol as I wait for her answer. She is a wily one, this witch.
 
Mary

I have to get to Melissa and Darlene. What can I tell him now, he will shoot me. "Well, I am a dancer. I say an actor, but really a dancer."

He has to help me, I need him. I wonder if I told him the truth, would he believe me, would he help. Where the hell are the two of you.
 
Ian

"Well, I am a dancer. I say an actor, but really a dancer." she says.

I look at her with a confused expression on my face.

"So you are trying to tell me you are a bar wench, is that it woman?" I say to her. Her tale keeps getting more mysterious with every passing moment. I am begining to wonder if she really is a witch.
 
Basil

Everything was getting really crazy. The young lady I was carrying began to act most unlady-like when I put her down. She moved her hand between her legs and started playing with her sex. I was so taken with her shameless act that I left my hand on her thigh and began unconsciously stroking her. When she came out of her trance I quickly pulled back.

This was no lady I thought to myself. Either she was a wench or she was a witch. Her hysterical manner made me think the latter, but Gretchen had seemed so sure they were ladies. My male hormones weren’t thinking in terms of wench or witch but more in terms of what I would like to do to this young lass if I could get her alone. My hardness bulged visibly from the front of my leather pants.

That was when I looked out through the opening in the barn wall and noticed Gretchen coming from the house with the Baron. Shit. We were about to be busted. And if it was determined that these women were witches I would be guilty by association. I looked around for an escape and noticed a large empty wooden trough used to move grain attached to a rope and pulley. I grabbed the naked girl and pointed to the Baron.

“Quick. Get in. If the Baron finds you like this you could be burned at the stake. That is the punishment for being a witch.”

Hopefully the other one would be acceptable with her scanty garments. The naked one quickly climbed into the trough. I followed, grabbing the rope and a beam to settle its movements. We shifted around until I was on the bottom and she was on top of me. I was embarrassed that my hardness pressed up between her thighs. Her soft, warm body pressing against me only made my manhood more erect. I tried my best to lie still, but I had no doubt she could feel me grow harder against her.

No sooner had we settled ourselves than the Baron entered the barn with Gretchen.
 
The constable was late for his weekly chess and whine session. That was Father Ambrosius's private name for the evenings, once a week, where the Baron would come and spend an evening talking to the only other educated man in the village.

Usually they would play two or three games of rather bad chess, drinking heavily all the while, and then Father Ambrosius would have to listen to a few hours of complaint about the steepness of the royal taxes and the incompetence of the Baron's peasants. The man never missed a session, and yet where was he? Looking out of the chapel window, Father Ambrosius saw that there were lights burning where normally darkness would be settling - every now and then a figure would scurry from one building to the next. It was clear that something was going on.
 
Mary

"Ian, I need to be truthful with you. How can I say this, but I really don't know how I got here. Please don't turn me into the police or any one like them. I would do just about anything for your help."

I could see him watching me. Oh please tell me you will help me. Sitting on the grass waiting for his answer. Closing my eyes I could see people around them, wish I knew where they were.
 
I look at her as she sits down in the grass. The look on her face is one of desperation and fear. Everything I have seen so far suggests she is a witch, yet I have the strangest feeling that she isn't. I uncock the horse pistol and put it back in my belt.

"Well Mary, I don't know why, but I will help you. First we need to get you some clothes that are a bit more appropriate for you to be wearing" I say to her as I take her hands and lift her to her feet.

"Come m'lady, my steed is over here." I lead her down the road to where I left my horse. I help Mary onto the horse, untie the reins from the tree, and mount the horse behind her. I am forced to encircle her in my arms, which causes her to snuggle in against my body, as I guide the horse down the road. Hopefully there is an Inn around here somwhere.
 
Baron Talon Von Brutus

I stood in the entrance of the barn beside Gretchen and eyed the scantily clad figure of the unfamiliar woman before me.

"I must be hard of hearing, Gretchen. I've never quite seen a LADY wearing this kind of outfit before" I told her with a grin, eying the strange woman's full figure and how the outfit accented it.

"And I do believe you also mentioned there was a pair of Laies that was exposed to the highwaymen's handiwork?"

I pulled the new pistol from my belt and admired it, then sighted down the octagonal barrel and took imaginary aim.

"Funny thing about these fandangled "fire arms", the ball goes into the target the size of a grape...and leaves a hole on the backside the size of a large watermelon"

I cocked the flintlock, enjoying the triple click as the trigger locked in the armed position and looked towards Gretchen, then the scantily clad lady I had yet to be introduced to.

"Gretchen, You wouldn't mind if I took a little target practice here, would you? Since it was your Grandmother that interrupted my practice with claims of witches?"

I let the barrel drift from one barrel to the next, watching the face of the newcomer and Gretchen with one eye.

"If this woman is indeed a Lady, She should be dressed as such" I suggested "And what better place to find suitable clothing at this hour then in the home of a noble....such as mine?"
 
Gretchen

My breath held in my throat as he waved the gun around, I did so hate firearms!
"Please Baron.. With no disrepect, could you put it away please? They gie me an aweful fright!" I shivered a little, eyeing the death bringer with distaste in my mouth. I watched as the Lady's eyes widened as well, her face draining all color!
"Please?" I pleaded with him, my hand clutching his forearm. Not to hinder but in pleading.
"They had everything stolen. From coach and baggage to jewels and clothing Sir.. I did not think it wise to parade them around as they are dressed.. One is missing as well, the other was acosted something badly and had to ummm cover her modesty.." I flushed a little.
 
Darlene

Darlene took a deep breath and nodded to Gretchen.

All right, lets go meet this constable. You say his name is Baron Von Brutus?

She gathered her skirt and began the decent to the floor of the barn. God knows what must have shown to those standing below, but, there was nothing to be done and perhaps it would distract the local law enforcement enough for her story to fly.

Darlene allowed Gretchen to lead her to the doorway where they stopped before the large figure of the Baron. She listened as he postured and Gretched did her best to soothe the situation for them. Better do something, Darlene, she thought.

She took a deep breath, remembered that the best defense is a good offence, drew herself up to her full height of 5’6” and looked scathingly at the Baron before she spoke.

Constable, I am Lady Darlene Martin. My sisters and I were traveling through your wood when we were accosted by highwaymen, as Gretchen has said. They took everything, including as you can see, the clothes on our backs. I also fear that they have taken my younger sister Mary; she is not well, and must be found.

She gave her comments a moment to sink in before she continued.

I’m pleased to hear that you will make your home available to us. Gretchen was fetching something with which to cover ourselves with when you arrived. If you will allow her to continue we will be pleased to accompany you. Although I hardly think you will have anything suitable I would be pleased to have something better than the rags in which you see me now. I regret that I must receive you in such a state, but perhaps if you spent less time with your amusements and more time minding your duties then I would not be forced to do so.

Gretchen run along now, finish your task, and let your grandfather know that I’ll have need of you for a few days, at least until such time as arrangements can be made for our journey to continue.


She stepped toward the constable, then passed him by to a small bench near the door; she did no more than casually look at the pistol, though her heart pounded to see it. She sat on the bench, folded her hands and hoped that she had not seriously misjudged the Baron and his reaction to her high handedness.

While she sat there she did her best to covertly observe the Baron. Darlene liked the look of him. He was solidly muscled, but in the way of a man who has gotten strong from work, and not a personal trainer. After the soft men of her time, this one was a pleasure to observe. Perhaps there were perks to this after all.
 
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